Black Rose, smelling the blood in the air, extended her lilac tongue and hooked it slightly, her face brimming with satisfaction.
"Hehe, it's been a long time since I've seen such a thick scent of blood. Divine Needle King really has a profound foundation."
Sharuk clutched his arm, looking at Black Rose and Bai Mudan as if they were two Red Powder Skulls with the might to annihilate everything with a mere laugh.
He had already been injured in the fierce battle with Xiao Zheng, and now, sustaining more damage, he felt his energy rapidly depleting, trending towards exhaustion.
However, in a narrow path, the brave emerges victorious. Facing life and death at this moment, he could only fight with all he had.
With this thought, he took out the last bottle of corpse oil and swallowed it. In an instant, he seemed to have been injected with steroids, his vitality surged dramatically, and his form swelled to more than double its size, resembling a mutated monster.
